hello. humans.
counting down to hours now!
37 hours before my fauzi baby goes off.
*sighhhhhhhhhssxxzz.
Baby's blog is opened to public now,
so come one, come all,
umm immerse yourself in his soul confession?
err. you get what i mean okay!
one8tytwo.blogspot.com
disclaimer clause:
only for limited period only hokays.
so, i applied for a pt job awhile ago.
not confident that ill be getting it.
'cos apparently as you and i know,
i cant converse in that, or perhaps their preferred language at ALL!
hoho, someone's being super dupe susimarina bay huhhh.
plus plus,
while i was writing on their informal piece of application form
(torn piece of white plain paper)
there's this damn ah lian tweenager walked in and applied too.
so yeahh.
there goes my hopes of working there.
on a brighter note,
who in the fcuking right mind would want to hire an ahlian
with loads of facial piercings in a store selling baby's apparrel??
if they really do,
then eff to those who discriminate!
anyways,
im a decent girl turning twenty,
looking for a decent pt job
which pays a decent salary.
im willing to commit (hopefooly) till the end of the year.
im available on all weekdays on vacations
& wed, fri,sat, sun for normal sch days.
any lobangs, holler please.
good things must share okay!
ohh on a funny note,
baby and i spent our last moments
lazing around, baking brownies and watched dvds.
and guess what we watched??
a story about talibans!
hahahah!
i knooowww.
what a way, huhhh.
and lemme tell you,
those talibans arent as holy as all muslims perceived them to be,
fucking conservative terrorists, is what they actually are!
all their actions are more to injustice,
rather than what they think is just.
and you wanna know sth??
my mum totally exhibits the exact same attributes
as those barbaric monkeys mentioned above.
UGH.
OKAY BYE, CB.